A/N - Ok, this is like, my first fanfic, or something. But I'm just trying something out, trying my hand in writing fanfics. But hopefully it works out. But anyways, please read and review! Even hate reviews are welcomed... Yes, I'm very desperate.
"BOY!" A fat whale spat at the seemingly inky haired child, who was standing in front of the stove, reaching for the salt above his head. Startled, the child grabbed it and stumbled back from the stool, landing rather ungracefully on the ground. Turning his head, "What,"he asked tiredly, eyes glaring at the whale above him.
"Breakfast better be done within two minutes or else you won't be getting meals for the next week!" Fat-Whale grunted. "Be grateful that you have a roof over your head! It was out of our kind and caring hearts to take you in after those freaks left you out." Snarling, he grabbed a brandy from the cupboards and started waddling back into the living room.
"A cupboard is barely a roof over my head. And since when did you have a heart? Seems more like an empty hole to me," the boy scoffed back rebelliously, aware of the consequences his words.
The fat whale's face turned purple with anger, and its mustache trembled.
"Now see here, your kind doesn't care about you at all! You were intruding on our family when you appeared here!"
"Appeared here? Intruding? Wow, your vocabulary really must be suffering from the amount of times you used big words. How's your pea sized brain up there? It must hurt, very badly…" the child mocked back.
Waddling back towards the boy, he raised his hand and punched him, but the boy simply stood there, taking in the blow. "Finish our breakfast. Then go back to the cupboard. And for talking back to authority, two days with no food. Let's see how long your freakishness will last without food." Fat-Whale managed to snarl out.
Gritting his teeth the boy nodded stiffly before turning to continue making the breakfast.
A productive minute later, he them onto their respective dishes, quietly and swiftly grabbing a few pieces of scrambled eggs from the plates before setting it onto the table, and heading back to his cupboard under the stairs.
Closing his eyes, he lay down onto his make-shift mattress and started his hourly routine of cursing the Dursleys to hell and back in all the languages he knew (which wasn't much; just English and snake [not that anyone knew :P]), as a barely visible light surrounded his body, acknowledging those curses. The boy did see that light once, but only thought it was the light from the crack under the door.
Shivering despite the temperature, he stood up on shaky legs and headed out to the garden. While tending to the petunias and roses, he was lost in thought as a snake slithered out of the bushes.
Looking down at the black soil, the child pleasantly surprised to see the creature, he began hissing and talking to him. After some time later, the boy giggled slightly before looking back at the house urgently, fear in his eyes. Upon hearing the nearing footsteps, he frantically started to work— pouring water for the plants, raking the leaves into a pile, not caring if the dirt was starting to rub onto his skin.
"Boy. You will not be doing any freakishness in my garden, not in front of the neighbors, not where anyone will see. We value our normalness, you are nothing but a waste of space, just as your parents were. Dead drunks they were, just to produce another worthless freak like you," Horse-face hissed quietly to the boy, grabbing his matted hair tightly in her hands.
"If we are to see anymore freakishness from you again, you'll go a week without food, see how you like that. Now finish this mess and go back to where your kind belong, with everything else that doesn't matter. Four days, no meals."
Glaring her beady eyes at the child, "Clean yourself up. Even if you freaks are dirty, you won't be getting this mess into my house." Then slapping him, walking stiffly back inside the house.
"You should do your own work for once if you don't want to see anymore magic! Besides, you know I'll just be the one cleaning it all up!" he yelled back at Horse-Face just as she got inside.
Whipping her head back and glaring, she hissed, "Four days. And keep your voice down when you talk about that!"
He glared right back at her. "Who's going to clean the house then? Lazy arses you all are!" Knowing that'll rile Horse-Face up, he got back to tending to the garden.
From the grass, the snake studied the child, knowing that nestlings were not to be harmed, nor talked to like that. Flaring its hood, it slithered back to the forgotten pot where the fence lied, knowing that speaking the nestling will only get it harmed.
Harry's POV-Timelapse-30 minutes later
I'm right. They're all lazy arseholes. What do they do everyday other than sitting in front of the telly and stuffing their faces with food? I silently raged as I scrubbed my legs with wet paper towels in the bathroom.
I'm the only one who does ANY physical labour, and they still punish me for it. Besides, even if I am a wizard, the ones who dropped me off must've had a reason for it, right? But judging from the way they did it, I'm probably not all that important to them. I rolled my eyes when I thought of that whilst scrubbing my arms and elbows.
But the Dursleys are keeping me here… so I must have some kind of value to them… the labour is definitely one, but that's not the only thing….Perhaps someone's paying them to take care of me? Well it's obvious it's not very good 'taking care of me'... And I'm still scrubbing at my arms when I thought of that.
But maybe they just never visited me, they must live far, or just don't care. Or, they just don't know, and trust the Dursleys to take good care of me. I silently scoffed at this.
That person has to be a downright oblivious idiot to entrust the child of two freaks in the hands of two adults who hate them. Downright idiots. At this, I shook my head and chugged the water from the tap so I won't be so hungry afterwards.
After cleaning up, I headed back to my cupboard. It's was so cold in there, even though it's still summer...I sighed. Eight days, huh? I don't regret talking back. Their reactions are hilarious, especially Uncle Vernon's.
See what talking to the snake got you? Four days! Scoffing at myself, I shook my head. Guess I'll look even worse when I get back to school. Eyeing the corner of the cupboard, I contemplated how much two apples, one bowl of dry cereal and a half cup of water will last over 4 days, and hopefully still have some left over. Not much...
Please, just one miracle, just get me out of here, I pleaded to the air as I fell asleep.
~Dream Flashback~
I looked on in curiosity as the snake slithered out of the grass. I wonder if he'll talk to me, even though I'm a freak? Grinning sadly inwardly, I called out.
[Hello?]
His eyes flicked towards me in surprise when I uttered that word. [Are you a speaker, nestling?]
[A speaker? I 've spoken to many other snakes, though none seem to be as polite and regal as you.] I knew from the other conversations that the snakes loved flattery and compliments, no matter what kinds of snakes.
That seemed to work, since he flared up his hood and tasted the air. [Ah, yes, thank you. Though you taste tainted and surrounded by evil, yet you are still a pure and innocent soul. How is it like that?]
I frowned. Tainted and surrounded by evil? Well, that must be the Fat-Whale and bad-oh-bad Dursleys. Though what about the tainted? [Tainted? I don't know how that came to be, but my relatives seem to be the source of evil. Perhaps you've seen them in action? Bumbling around perhaps?] I grinned slightly at the image.
[You mean those shapes with the stench of oil all over them? They're rarely seen bumbling around as you put it, more like lazing around.] The snake replied dryly, humored by this conversation too. As it wasn't often you found a speaker amongst fat blobs of non-magicals. [Though I am curious, are you one of those magical beings? I taste magic in the air, it's more intense in the air around you.]
[I do not know. My relatives claim that my parents were freaks, as they call it. But I can teleport, and talk to you!] I babbled. [So, what your name?] I inquired.
[I do not have one of those fancy two-word names you humans have. I'm simply Asdref. And you are, young nestling?]
[I'm Harry, Harry Potter.]
[You're hairy? Hairy Potter? I thought names were supposed to be names! Not an insult and then a name!] Asdref cried out, shocked.
I giggled, but right when I did that, I heard stomping noises coming towards the garden. I froze and quickly and got back to work. [Please, flee before you get hurt. My relatives aren't fond of anything that I can do.] I pleaded towards the snake. He seemed shocked that my aunt would be considered a threat, but obliged.
I prepared myself for the mental rant again, but suddenly, I was pulled out of my dreams by a scream of—
~ DreamFlashback End~
"—MUMMY!" Rapidly thinking about what could've happened this time. Peed his pants? No, that happened last week. Dreamt of looking in the mirror and seeing his face? No. Woke up to the room full of exercising equipment and vegetables? Giggling as I though to that. Remembered that his birthday was close? I paled at the thought. Oh no. His temper will be over the top! Weeks filled with whining and whining about his presents! Especially since Uncle Vernon promised him two more presents this year. Groaning, I quickly willed my powers to project the time. 7:14 AM. Silently groaning and thinking, Why couldn't you wake up later, Duddykins?
Over the course of, what, two weeks? Everything was the same. Wake up, cook, sneak some food, go work in the garden, talk with Asdref, tend to the lawn, take a bathroom break, cook lunch, sneak some food, clean and vacuum the rooms, cook for Uncle Vernon, Diddykins, and Aunt Petunia some snacks, cook dinner, sneak some food, then go and sleep till the next morning, where the routine continues. Except for today. July twenty-second.
Today, July twenty-second, came my first letter, by raven. Of course, the raven did try coming in and giving it to me, but Uncle Vernon just went to slam the window onto it's claws. But before that could happen, it actually succeeded in entering and landed on my shoulder.
It was simply brilliant! It wasn't even trained or anything! It even allowed me to pet them while my relatives sat by the couch getting all red in the face, clearly angry.
Once it was satisfied with the attention, it stretched its claw out to me, patiently waiting for me to open the letter. But sadly, that was when Uncle snapped out of the trance.
"BOY! THAT'S FREAKISHNESS! OWLS FOR MESSENGERS! IT HAS FREAKISHNESS ON IT! AFTER ALL WE DID FOR YOU, AND YOU REPAY US LIKE THIS! BY ALLOWING AND HOLDING FREAKISHNESS INTO OUR NORMAL HOUSE! YOU'RE USELESS TO THE WORLD, ONLY GOOD FOR SERVING AND CLEANING LIKE THE REST OF YOUR KIND! YOU ALL ARE THE DEVIL'S SERVANTS, AND YOUR END IS CLOSE! YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT! IF I'VE KNOWN YOU WOULD BRING UNFORTUNE UPON OUR HOUSE AND FAMILY, I WOULD'VE BEAT YOU TO DEATH YEARS AGO!"
As if in slow motion, I watched as Uncle Vernon lunged and stretch his grubby hands in front of him, aiming for me. But I also saw the raven's eyes flashing and transforming into a bat-like man.
I watched as he took out a wooden rod and pointed it towards Uncle, yelling "Petrificus Totalus!" and turning towards Aunt Petunia and Dudley. "Hello Tuney..." Then turned towards me. He started sneering before blinking and his face turned into a blank mask. "And Potter," he said, with no malice or emotion whatsoever.
He gestured towards the letter. "Well, read it, boy. You don't need an invitation, do you?" he asked monotonously without looking at me, only looking at Aunt Petunia and Dudley. When I hesitated, he sighed and finally looked at me. "Read it."
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 await your owl by no later than 31st July..
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Second page
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic
by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory
by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration
by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions
by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble
OTHER EQUIPMENT
1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales
Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus
Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions
Well, me? I was actually really surprised that I got into this place. I mean, this obviously is a boarding school, with either very strict and demanding, or laid-back teachers. But considering the fact that it's a magical school, probably the strict and demanding.
Since the window was still open, another owl—wait no, not an owl, a raven. A raven flew in, dropped the letter at my feet, and flew off with us staring after it.
Bat-man just stared at me, and used his wooden rod and did a few complicated movements, muttered some Latin, and nodded for me to open it. And so, I did.
DURMSTRANG INSTITUTE
Headmaster: Igor Karkaroff
Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you have been accepted into Durmstrang Institute. Shall you choose to accept and attend Durmstrang, please reply before July 27th in order to obtain the list of required clothing, equipment, and books for the school year.
Headmaster,
Igor Karkaroff
A/N- Hopefully, this wasn't too bad... I have an idea of the story plot, but it's up to you guys who choose what happens after. Anyways, shoutout to my not-so-official Beta. They do have an account, but they're in hiding. :D. So yeah. Thanks for reading! I hope to be able to upload within the next few weeks!
-DeadlyDraconis37